ther?

DORCAS.
Whither?

MOPSA.
It becomes thy oath full well
Thou to me thy secrets tell.

DORCAS.
Me too! Let me go thither.

MOPSA.
Or thou goest to the grange or mill:

DORCAS.
If to either, thou dost ill.

AUTOLYCUS.
Neither.

DORCAS.
What, neither?

AUTOLYCUS.
Neither.

DORCAS.
Thou hast sworn my love to be;

MOPSA.
Thou hast sworn it more to me;
Then whither goest?--say, whither?

CLOWN.
We'll have this song out anon by ourselves; my father and the
gentlemen are in sad talk, and we'll not trouble them.--Come,
bring away thy pack after me.--Wenches, I'll buy for you
both:--Pedlar, let's have the first choice.--Follow me, girls.

[Exit with DORCAS and MOPSA.]

AUTOLYCUS.
[Aside.] And you shall pay well for 'em.

Will you buy any tape,
Or lace for your cape,
My dainty duck, my dear-a?
Any silk, any thread,
Any toys for your head,
Of the new'st and fin'st, fin'st wear-a?
Come to the pedlar;
Money's a meddler
That doth utter all men's ware-a.

[Exit.]

[Re-enter Servant.]

SERVANT.
Master, there is three carters, three shepherds, three
neat-herds, three swine-herds, that have made themselves all
men of hair; they call themselves saltiers: and they have
dance which the wenches say is a gallimaufry of gambols,
because they are not in't; but they themselves are o' the
mind (if it be not too rough for some that know little but
bowling) it will please plentifully.

SHEPHERD.
Away! we'll none on't; here has been too much homely foolery
already.--I know, sir, we weary you.

POLIXENES.
You weary those that refresh us: pray, let's see these four
threes of herdsmen.

SERVANT.
One three of them, by their own report, sir, hath danced before
the king; and not the worst of the three but jumps twelve foot
and a half by the squire.

SHEPHERD.
Leave your prating: since these good men are pleased, let them
come in; but quickly now.

SERVANT.
Why, they stay at door, sir.

[Exit.]

[Enter Twelve Rustics, habited like Satyrs. They dance, and then
exeunt.]

POLIXENES.
O, father, you'll know more of that hereafter.--
[To CAMILLO.] Is it not too far gone?--'Tis time to part them.--
He's simple and tells much. [To FLORIZEL.] How now, fair shepherd!
Your heart is full of something that does take
Your mind from feasting. Sooth, when I was young
And handed love as you do, I was wont
To load my she with knack